Classic poem of the day
Soon shall the trump of Freedom
Resound from shore to shore;
Soon, taught by heav'nly wisdom,
Man shall oppress no more;
But ev'ry yoke be broken,
Each captive soul set free,
And ev'ry heart shall welcome
The day of Jubilee.
Then tyrants' crowns and sceptres,
And victors' wreaths and cars,
And galling chains and fetters,
With all the pomp of wars,
Shall in the dust be trodden,
Till time shall be no more;
And peace......
Member poem of the day
They said that had someone died.
Actually they said that someone had been killed.
There’s probably a difference.
There was probably a scream.
A break.
A crash.
Maybe there was a “Are they breathing”
Maybe there was a “no”
Maybe there were tears.
Maybe there were not.
Maybe they were alone.
Or maybe their brother, or girlfriend, or coworker, or hitchhiking companion, couldn’t bring themselves to tears.
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